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Topic: Naklin (sacred wanti text) (Read 543 times)

Naklin went to Africa and communed with the spirits, denying allmonarchies and all sovereigns, it wasn't how it was portrayed, butmostly people were nice, there was food and peace, by and large theconspiracies of the outside world disappeared, there was incrediblepeace, and incredibly wise people from all over the world there whohad gathered, practicing original spiritualities, channeledspiritualities from the forests, from nature itself. Perhaps it wasWanti that was truly Africa. We looked at the stories we looked at theportrayals, and we just realized everything we were getting it had aspin on it, to see purely, we had to stop thinking in consensus terms.It was designed to make you feel like a conspiracy was happeningaround you, but really it wasn't, none of them could trick us intoperforming in their cult, all of them claimed to know what Africatruly was, but was it was was something inside, we had never been tothe physical place, but it lived in us, in primal originality risingagain and again, rising in what we called hippie, in these movementsof truth, and sincerity, which blasted away the doings of the robots,and yet inconcievably seemed to live right among them, in the way ofthe Amanita Muscaria, we left the context of texas, where they triedto trap us under the influence of old faiths and saw purely withoutthe propaganda a spirit even deeper than that, and deeper than anydetermined priesthood. Like magical monkeys of the sea we dancedcamped on and on, across the plains and over mountains. We had simplyleft the ouroboros, we say the Yomo dancing in the trees, and seemedto slip into the cosmic algorithm of existence, true happiness, thevampirism, the vampirism was gone, the spiral which matched the trulygood with the worst had finally disipatted, we were able to live inaccordance with tao. in these fields of mushrooms, people of alltypes, rainbow people, fairy type people, would gather around, dancingecstatic in spirit, dancing but not with weight, pehraps they wereapparitions. travelling through an astral path, travelling acrossstonehenge, and through every mushroom ring, singing the intoxicatingsong of spontaneous life, what was there but simple life every day,growing and fading away the eternal breathe, and all the sensations ofthe spirit.It wasn't that it was african, its just that it was happening ,it wastruly universal, it was beyond judgements, it stirred us away from thecults, they had fallen so deeply into roleplay for long dead kings,but here everything was a circle, and we were not warriors, we werenot nights, nor any longer were we dazed.we just saw through the ways society had tried to handle us andshepherd us along, we meditated and realized there is a greater path,we didn't have to support this system, we could just support eachotherand through our warmth and openness set up a camp of peace and love,everywhere, just as others were doing in other places, and had donebefore us, we realized it truly went on forever, and went deeper anddeeper, its this society really which was the small place, they triedto hide the rest away form us, so we would never seek it, but as wewent out into the woods and the fairies began to speak to us more andmore eventually they became people too and strengthened the way oftruth in the world. it wasn't based on spirituality, race or species,but we saw indeed that was the game of the other world, it was basedin something more inner, more spiritual, which was hard to express,but we did through so many organic arts, becoming again like thetribes, but not seperate, not fighting, just being.we were the shamans, on the outskirts, living, bouncing between worldsensuring that chaos continued and that idealism never died, the crowand the raven and the bear were the gatekeepers, but they made it seemtoo much like a battle, or a sickness, they were still intertwinedconfused, the degree they allowed the crystals to intermingled withtheir essence, that was just their way, but we seeked further, to theplaces were patterns no longer existed, and realizing that place, itwas clear that everything was one huge plant and there was no systemand not, only varying regions of the spirit, all of them sacred, allof them organic. this intuitive teaching, wasn't passed on by oldcollegiate men, but they had taken it from the annals and corners ofthe mysteries hidden worlds all around us, the characters and shamanspassing doing the universal dance, and tried to let it flower in hopesof changing the grand lesson, so we could move back closer to thecelestial communion with all things, beyond these divisions which nolonger served a purpose, beyond the passion of folks who just wantedto fight, but perhaps them, the morrigan they will always exist, andthis is the way of the world, and so our way also shall exist andperhaps they compliment eachother, because in all this, the herb stillgrows, the love still flows, there is simply enough, when we have cometogether in the mutual warmth and no rules, setting no boundaries butinexplicably, pointed towards the liberation of all consciousness, inmeditation all the energies of the universe coalesced and ultimatelyevery action was the yoga which completed everything, what are we buta fractal plant and its cellular guardians, buzzing away ininfinity,as the dramas come and go, still in the spirit, the greatpeace awakens and it merely passes over us like a quiet storm of allthe colors of the horizons and things we see every day, all of italive, the sacred doesn't discriminate when it enters, it enteredeverything.

it wasn't based on segregation and we began even again to prophecizedand write again in the flow

In the beginning all was shattered and clashed against eachother fornone of it knew the rest existed until it all met, then there was aforce that grew between them and united them all together, and knew itwas all good, that force was Goddess, who had created the rainbowbridge, and brought it all together, thus ending the clash ofdualities, and saving us from constantly having to replay old eventsfrom the past. She had liberated us from slavery, and yet old us thatshe is in all of us and in everything, to love and make stories andprophecize, healing the old, and forgiving all adversaries, in therainbow energy we went forth, because it brought peace to all beings,and say the inner essence of all faiths and all Gods, appeased themall that no suffering came from their worship, and showed us that wehad the power to dream, and to hear heir voices individually.

They had just been waiting for the story to take shape, she was not aLord, it was not a great celestial monarchy but simply a planet, wildnatural, yet with a place for us, an egoless place, speaking in anancient language, emanating and bringing us together, psychically, asall of this had been woven.

the Yomo showed us that she was strong, in all the other faiths, wesaw too, the Ness, it lifted us up and we spoke to the universethrough all sensation, becoming one with it, returning in spirit tothe stars, there among the shining spheres of the tree of life ourspirits learned the ways which had been blocked, by the tao, now werealized, how we were all together. We realized and we were joyous,many thought only of the sacred, and the earth and everywhere sprangwith bounty, which we were thankful for and reaped in part, alwayssowing some in return, for this was the dance that we were taught, wesaw it all as a circle, and heaven is here now, not seperated bydeath, and even the dead are here now, and we planted trees over theirburial grounds which again became greater forests, and sacred placeswhere we could hear especially strong the universe spirit speaking tous.

the spirit went forth and those of all faiths began to understand,less and less was the pressure, and more and more was the relaxationas the dharma of infinity went throughout spending much time in zazen,enjoying the grand vision, this world is that vision this is thesupreme, the unimaginably beautiful, rest in stillness here we did,knowing all beings are one with us, and praying by the method ofmaking these stories, which the spirits gave us, stories of the comingtogether.

we planted trees and we made our joys and our songs, stepping out fromthe past, loving all, directed by the angels of positivity, themessenger was in all of us, like Shiva, appearing in so many differentnames yet the energy in the end was one, at night we gathered in it,without words, without distinction, simply melting into eternity.

Om all of us came from everywhere, we were all natives of the present moment.the dream is sacred. and lucidity is our sacrament, which we willnever truly be without.